I live here alone in this desolate place.
Just myself and my demons, meeting face to face
I try in vain to run away, but they pursue me with a vengeance,
They never go away.
I try to hide the feeling of deep despair,
But the truth like a shadow is always there.
In anger and rage I lash out at the pain,
But my torment doesn’t end,
And my demons still remain.
No one can see them, or feel their hurtful grip,
Embraced in their arms, into darkness I slowly slip.
I find my enemy standing alone and blind,
If I lose this battle, it will mean losing my mind.
This demon that I fight does have a name,
Depression is the cause of my grief and shame.